Gratitude
One Minute — Nine O’Clock
Quietful mystique — a feeling, perhaps mistaken — the moment I took for too long. The mystery of the soul and the brain. Brown eyes I was born with, a degree. Why aren't we free — a realm of questioning, reasoning about who is real? Are we?
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Poets
Plato’s closet
Plato speaks about forms. That life is like a shadow box. We go through levels of consciousness, in the box, out the box. In the box the shadows seems real until you see the light and find a way out the box to the other side. The outside. Then that was real is now just a form of an old pattern. Seeing outside the box and knowing where the shadows come from Plato’s tells us-if we can understand inside the box and outside the box we can under self and we can know God and higher power.
By Kallie💗 Baby7 days ago in Poets
